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This is bad.
The formation Chen Sanshi had set up was disturbed by the runes on the temple's glazed tiles, creating fluctuations that allowed them to spot something amiss.
At this point, there was nothing left for him to say. He immediately took out the Hundred Deer Chasing Moon Bow, aimed at the ground, drew the string, and loosed an arrow.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Arrows fell upon them like plunging meteors, shrouding the group beneath their barrage.
Daoist Master Dongwei brought forth his Natal Spiritual Treasure, the Tai Chi Fan. Golden light flared across its surface as he fiercely swept it forward, intending to deflect every arrow.
However...
The instant his Tai Chi Fan touched the arrows, he felt as though he had struck Mount Buzhou. He was utterly unable to send them flying back. Instead, the meridians in both arms screamed with pain from the strain of casting the spell. Gritting his teeth and forcing himself to endure, he barely managed to block them, staggering backward without end.
"This man's mana has already far surpassed this poor Daoist's!"
Daoist Master Dongwei was utterly stunned.
Just a few years ago, he had held an absolute crushing advantage, chasing this brat until he fled with his head in his hands like a rat. Yet now, the situation had completely reversed!
Even if Chen Lei had broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, the gap between them should not have been this enormous.
Rumble—
There was no chance to catch his breath. While Dongwei was still in shock, the next wave of arrows arrived hard on the heels of the first. He could only raise his fan before himself as a shield.
Rong Roujun did not stand by with folded arms. Seizing the opportunity, she activated her spiritual treasure and